Eleanor’s words were final and Vivian was sent off to a remote country till the heat of the whole thing died down. A week later, Alexandra had finished the preparations for Cory’s burial and the day of her funeral approached at a fast rate, arriving before the twins even knew it.“Oh my, Alexandra, what a beautiful dress you have on.” Isabella commented as she saw her granddaughter step out of her black SUV clothed in a black knee length gown and a black feather hat to compliment it all and the black purse Cory had gotten for her the day they both hung out. The next car that drove into the funeral home was Alistair’s car, a black jeep car and when he stepped out in a black three piece suit from head to toe, the elderly woman grinned from ear to ear. It was a sad day for them all, yet, she still found a place in her heart to be happy. “Alistair, welcome my child.”“Grandmother.” The male embraced his grandmother in a tight hug before pulling apart seconds later. When he had stepped bac
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